Mr. Zhao's words left Liu Yufei looking very surprised, but seeing Zhou Ning's calm demeanor, she poked Zhou Ning's arm and asked with some confusion.
"Did you tell Mr. Zhao?"
Zhou Ning innocently spread his hands, feeling like a sitting duck as blame fell from the sky.
"I didn't know anything, so how could I tell Mr. Zhao? His brain works fine, he just usually doesn't focus it in the right direction. Once he really puts his mind to something, he's smarter than most. It seems I shouldn't have gone easy on him. I should have had him start preparing for the grad school entrance exam at the end of last year."
Mr. Zhao's face fell instantly.
"Zhou Xiaozhou, you're going too far. This is for the case, I'm racking my brains here. It's not like taking an exam, and besides, the grad entrance exam includes politics and English, subjects I can't memorize to save my life. You might as well kill me."
Laughter erupted in the car, and Fang Mu, looking intrigued, interjected: